This is a song about "Lachie o"

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I'm why she get excited

O wait...your moms already did/

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Down just so we can grow

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

You know...you know who you are

Mother, o my mother

My records sell, yes sir

Mother, o my mother!