This is a song about "Blowing o s"

Growing up i had your posters o

I'mma do this fast or slow

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I'm a grade a o g

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

O wait...your moms already did/

I drop o after o of the loud,

I don't know what you heard about

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

So here i am at the store for some chips

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine