This is a song about "Dylan o brien"

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Unless they o d like heath ledger

O wait...your moms already did/

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

What them tippers don't see

I'm a grade a o g

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

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

I drop o after o of the loud,

Can’t you hear that

While o stands for omelet

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

People love hodgy i hate you though

I don’t care where ya are

Mother, o my mother