This is a song about "Lo"

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Mira qué bonito lo,

I hit the studio

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans