This is a song about "Ollie eastwood"

Call yourself an ollie

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Like rocky balboa or a grown eastwood

Call me a product of my own damn hood