This is a song about "Me and my b"

[b] better be broadcasting billions of my beats and bops, baby,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Me and my dudes we ballin

You're uncool like my mother kin

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Make my erector set into a b52

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby