This is a song about "Lo"

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Mira qué bonito lo,

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

You somewhere, getting your life in order

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo