This is a song about "Harry o toole"

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

And i did the video for really though

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

Growing up i had your posters o

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

We're made for each other

Mother, o my mother

Poke out from behind her

Mother, o my mother