This is a song about "Lo"

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Mira qué bonito lo,

This shit ain't nothing new though

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,