This is a song about "Jim o"

Mother, o my mother!

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Mother, o my mother

Poke out from behind her

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

I drop o after o of the loud,

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say