This is a song about "Sinead o connor"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

While o stands for omelet

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

I'm a grade a o g

I came up hungry

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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