This is a song about "Liam o connor"

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Growing up i had your posters o

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

All my other people that dance around

I drop o after o of the loud,

And she gives them a blow

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I don’t care where ya are

Mother, o my mother!