This is a song about "Untold lo"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Over the wold you strolled, foretelling the untold,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Who holler back to days untold with cargo-holds of golden lighters.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

B lo stand up keep my niggas on the corner

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

Now i'm laying out at the delano though