This is a song about "Cleo maybe oreo"

I think i just heard ms cleo

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

And maybe it's the end

Hold my tears i tried my best

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Show ‘em how much they really mean

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Maybe it your work, maybe your lack of worth

Took the van, went snatch her

Maybe the third trigger

Watching for hollow-tip shots

From stars maybe even mars

I thought this bitch had changed and maybe/

They say nothings ever free