This is a song about "Oh yh"

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

How is your heartbeat?/ oh oh whoa whoa/

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Who real bitches check me out though

The suns coming up, oh,

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Oh girl you're my narcotic

So let me tell you about this guy

Im fort knox fortified oh lord oh my

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

This prada make me shallow

Like oh yeah thats that dude

Pockets probably like fried food