This is a song about "O"

But look, she went and dialled triple o

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

On his way back to home eya-eya o

I think it excited her

Mother, o my mother

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Rested in peace wearing his uniform eya-eya o

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Looking at your money

I'm a grade a o g