This is a song about "Cleo maybe oreo"

Im still here but i can't skate

Maybe you'll anticipate

I'm white but i rap tight, inside out oreo.

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I was just thinkin’ maybe

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Shades: lv was a little dough

I think i just heard ms cleo

Maybe im drinker, maybe im a smoker

That was just the beginning it's not over

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Bitches pursue me like a dream

So gon' and be my dealer baby

I thought that i would maybe

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby