This is a song about "Lo"

Mira qué bonito lo,

In the club like fuck it, though

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

And i put you on the team

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle