This is a song about "O"

I'm a grade a o g

They gotta point em out baby

The only time i flirt with her

Mother, o my mother

My records sell, yes sir

Mother, o my mother!

We fuckin' it up this summer

Mother, o my mother

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

O so maybe it's for quite levels

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

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

Scarface, say i got that montana flow