This is a song about "Sinead o connor"

Mother, o my mother

How simple they are

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Mother, o my mother

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I drop o after o of the loud,

My tires align with the play, but the times out

You know i be teasing, though

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o