This is a song about "Me fucking ya b itches"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Please save me, i'm gonna melt without ya

I dare you, come at me b

Fuck that now trying get the money

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Ya the fucking bitch sucked on my dick

Talk about me ill fucking stab ya with used knife

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Ya know nothing bout me

Fuck fame, fuck money

B-lo's got the back of me

Plottin' don’t even worry