This is a song about "Lo"

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

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

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

You can search but you'll never find

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Mira qué bonito lo,

Get rough with me, that night flow

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

People don't condone what they've never seen