This is a song about "O keefe"

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

O so maybe it's for quite levels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

O wait...your moms already did/

Super magic, abracadabra kid

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o