This is a song about "Conan o brien"

My records sell, yes sir

Mother, o my mother

C’mon and let’s chill baby

O save me please just bravely

O so maybe it's for quite levels

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Mother, o my mother

When we not in summer

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

I drop o after o of the loud,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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