This is a song about "When you b h reeel"

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Please boo what's your size crazy

I don't need no props b/

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Queen b would have you servin tea/

So while the world goes drake crazy

Rap is music with real substance b

But i think i like that, just maybe

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Nah you flow whacker than lil' b

So gon' and be my dealer baby