This is a song about "Oifgmdh b"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

"could of cost your life b"

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

What them tippers don't see

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Here i go again, falling in love again

A rational b j given by your raps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

U about to get murdered b

Looking at your money

Rap is music with real substance b

Plottin' don’t even worry