This is a song about "Dylan o brien"

I stop and stare at the younger

Mother, o my mother!

Took the van, went snatch her

Mother, o my mother

Growing up i had your posters o

We magnetizing the ghetto

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I drop o after o of the loud,

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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