This is a song about "Lo"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Mira qué bonito lo,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her