This is a song about "Curry o"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

O save me please just bravely

I drop o after o of the loud,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Mother, o my mother!

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

The world looking out, they on the front row