This is a song about "Lo"

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Your last man was semi pro

Mira qué bonito lo,

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

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

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

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

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind