This is a song about "Smoked o"

This prada make me shallow

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

I drop o after o of the loud,

There must be another route, way out

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I believe you smoked weed this day

Signs of you getting smoked

I mean of course just the same old

Mother, o my mother!

When we not in summer

But make sure if they do see

I'm a grade a o g

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Growing up i had your posters o