This is a song about "Lo"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Mira qué bonito lo,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble