This is a song about "Plan b"

I dare you, come at me b

Knowing you can no longer party

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Imma take over new b

Malia family, we the family

Rap is music with real substance b

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Like as if i didn’t know man

Bigger than the prez's plan

First name dizzy last name b

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city