This is a song about "Mark o meara"

I'm a grade a o g

I delete they history

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Growing up i had your posters o

Never break, took a break though

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

But make sure if they do see

O save me please just bravely

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard