This is a song about "O hai"

The master of this rap shit

While o stands for omelet

This one right here for polo

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Poke out from behind her

Mother, o my mother

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

But look, she went and dialled triple o

I came up hungry

I'm a grade a o g

Unless they o d like heath ledger

I'm here to make it better

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Growing up i had your posters o

Double m g forever though