This is a song about "Iced o"

I'm a grade a o g

Cause all i want is you, baby

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Wahlberg +shooter+, young flow fluid

O wait...your moms already did/

Mother, o my mother

So we'll just suffer

And i need you to show me love

O so maybe it's for quite levels

And my kick game beyond crazy

O save me please just bravely

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o