This is a song about "Susan b"

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Look b**** don't speak on my kid again,

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Your balls get susan boyle