This is a song about "O keefe"

O so maybe it's for quite levels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Ran outside to see the big show

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Growing up i had your posters o

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Mother, o my mother

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Everybody wasted faded, faded

O wait...your moms already did/

Only chicken heads chicken out

I drop o after o of the loud,

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Rested in peace wearing his uniform eya-eya o

Mother, o my mother!

You gon' tip her