This is a song about "Lo"

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

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

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

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

Like curses on the radio

Mira qué bonito lo,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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