This is a song about "Lo"

Like curses on the radio

Mira qué bonito lo,

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free