This is a song about "Alexander o neal"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm a grade a o g

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

O so maybe it's for quite levels

I drop o after o of the loud,

Cause everytime yall come around

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

I make you feel like it is 10 below

You gon' tip her

Mother, o my mother

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow