This is a song about "Lo"

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Ur now grind like lo-gic in a sick mind,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Down just so we can grow

Mira qué bonito lo,