This is a song about "R b"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

So in layman’s terms my words burn

U r the ass who made me learn...

Imma take over new b

Bait baby, wait baby

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Of masc to the field and double to the r

All my nigears r in the projects

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

And now that i’m getting money

"could of cost your life b"

We might be back in this baby

Da real queen spellin b