This is a song about "O rides"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

O so maybe it's for quite levels

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Mother, o my mother!

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm a grade a o g

O wait...your moms already did/

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Ironically it subs like a hero

It was so fucken rainy and wendy eya-eya o