This is a song about "To tell my b"

I need to tell my opposites it’s their nap time/

I try not to obey them at anytime

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Cant go broke tell my savage to get the smoke

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Tell my hoe it aint nowhere near time to go

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

A story to tell about my origin

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I aint about to tell you my whole life story,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree