This is a song about "Lo"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

And yall niggas the right flow

Mira qué bonito lo,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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