This is a song about "Matty b raps"

It ain't hard to make money

U about to get murdered b

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Rap is music with real substance b

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

B-lo's got the back of me

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo