This is a song about "Dylan o brien"

Mother, o my mother!

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Shades: lv was a little dough

Unless they o d like heath ledger

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And that i spent the night with her

Mother, o my mother

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

I miss you at my recent show

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Smoke ? you know it taste good

While o stands for omelet