This is a song about "Lo"

You haven't flowered loco

Mira qué bonito lo,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,