This is a song about "Lo"

One time for the 305, though

Mira qué bonito lo,

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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