This is a song about "Lo"

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Mira qué bonito lo,

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

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

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her