This is a song about "Harry o toole"

Mother, o my mother

I stop and stare at the younger

I'm a grade a o g

Like hoes down in magic city

Mother, o my mother!

And take ya'll supper

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

See, it's something about commitment though

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Growing up i had your posters o

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,