This is a song about "Oatmeal so"

Never wrong at any level

Once so peaceful now so evil

Snitches here don't got no heart

So i be goin so hard

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Moving so slow yet it shakes so fast,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Around her i'm apathetic so

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Same thing with this music

So damn crisp and so damn big

Maybe rightfully so

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego