This is a song about "Lo"

Like curses on the radio

Mira qué bonito lo,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble