This is a song about "Sara b"

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Rap is music with real substance b

Fuck fame, fuck money

Da real queen spellin b

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I dare you, come at me b

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

So much gold, they might as well call me midas b