This is a song about "Lo"

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

But seemingly believe it though

Mira qué bonito lo,

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo