This is a song about "My man b"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Make my erector set into a b52

And my kick game beyond crazy

Da real queen spellin b

Imma take over new b

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

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