This is a song about "Lo"

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Mira qué bonito lo,

But seemingly believe it though

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner