This is a song about "R and b"

Rap is music with real substance b

Now i can draw your face up pretty

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

Imma take over new b

I don't need no props b/

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,