This is a song about "O hai"

O so maybe it's for quite levels

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

O wait...your moms already did/

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

I drop o after o of the loud,

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

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

Mother, o my mother

My records sell, yes sir