This is a song about "Lo"

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Mira qué bonito lo,

Listen to every word that i slur

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

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

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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