This is a song about "You re b"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Queen b would have you servin tea/

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

U about to get murdered b

It's obvious i'm crazy

Rap is music with real substance b

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

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My name is razor b

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,