This is a song about "Big o"

Alcohol and booty calls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

Mother, o my mother

Or something that you paid for

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

And i need this forever

Unless they o d like heath ledger

While o stands for omelet

I be on some other shit

Big tits and a big ass

Your life is a product of trash

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window