This is a song about "Marty b"

That's why i'm makin' money

"could of cost your life b"

And by the way i'mma start

Must protect lil b at all cost

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Third ward general, young cash money

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

A rational b j given by your raps

On they twitter writing novels, see

Messin with niall & marty,

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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