This is a song about "Lo"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Mira qué bonito lo,

You can search but you'll never find

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

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes