This is a song about "Curry o"

Mother, o my mother

Be my mother lover

I drop o after o of the loud,

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Growing up i had your posters o

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o