This is a song about "Change o matic"

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

Chorus:now everyone finds the change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

But im never gona change

With foreign names, valet the range

If you know like i know, you should lie low

But look, she went and dialled triple o

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

In one way or another

Mother, o my mother

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.