This is a song about "Lo"

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

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

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Mira qué bonito lo,

Like curses on the radio