This is a song about "O ranks"

O wait...your moms already did/

Everybody wasted faded, faded

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

What is hittin' for

Mother, o my mother

Mother, o my mother!

We fuckin' it up this summer

Growing up i had your posters o

No, just put us on death row

This nigga a skank you need to know you're way below my ranks

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands