This is a song about "To tell my b"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I aint about to tell you my whole life story,

All dem niggas gonna hate

Tell satan my soul is his to take,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Shout out to aberdeen 1415 north b street

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Magic city tipping them

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

Your girl knows how to ride, tell her to join my ranch.

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match