This is a song about "Lo"

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Mira qué bonito lo,

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo