This is a song about "Lo"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

Who real bitches check me out though

Mira qué bonito lo,

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

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