This is a song about "My b"

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Must be something you want me to see

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

Bitch, they call it motor city

Da real queen spellin b

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Where you belong with your family

Make my erector set into a b52

All we need is convienient love

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

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

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