This is a song about "Susan b"

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Rap is music with real substance b

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Imma take over new b

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I don't need no props b/

"could of cost your life b"

But am i less holy

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

A rational b j given by your raps

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

U about to get murdered b

I’m tryna be low key