This is a song about "Maddy b"

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Lets come up to my city

Must protect lil b at all cost

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

I be gettin' money

I don't need no props b/

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And do i need to mention when

Look b**** don't speak on my kid again,