This is a song about "Alexander o neal"

Well, that's what you are

Mother, o my mother

I drop o after o of the loud,

I go, in when i start putting words out

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

The nerve i never hated

O wait...your moms already did/

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

O save me please just bravely

While o stands for omelet

You ain't gon find that

Rub the wood and ima show em love

O so maybe it's for quite levels