This is a song about "Dylan o brien"

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

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Growing up i had your posters o

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

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

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Ironically it subs like a hero

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

And that i spent the night with her

Mother, o my mother

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

On his way back to home eya-eya o

The sun gives light cause it is the window