This is a song about "H to the omo"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

H!yeah my friends aren't the best influences, but they provide me the most

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

From the gutter to the roof

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

And no nigga gon love you

To stay true to the crew

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it