This is a song about "Smoking o"

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Knowing you can no longer party

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

O wait...your moms already did/

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

I got some fire and shit

While o stands for omelet

And yall niggas the right flow

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o