This is a song about "Smoked o"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Fuck it i probably done smoked you before,

But look, she went and dialled triple o

People love hodgy i hate you though

O save me please just bravely

Bitch, i might make you my baby

So it leaves me to wonder

Mother, o my mother

You really hated it when i smoked pot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god