This is a song about "Of"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Beaches of normandy.

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Of the book of your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Of instant elation

She all on my skin

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hope all over again, we can start