This is a song about "Jeannette o s"

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Mother, o my mother!

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

What is hittin' for

Mother, o my mother

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

I drop o after o of the loud,

But look, she went and dialled triple o

But seemingly believe it though