This is a song about "My b"

Da real queen spellin b

Walk that body, talk that body

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I dare you, come at me b

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Believing that my beautify b blushes at bulging biceps

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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

U about to get murdered b

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

My name is razor b

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own