This is a song about "Smoking o"

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Uh, for worse or for better

I stop and stare at the younger

Mother, o my mother

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

She probably had a reason though

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

On his way back to home eya-eya o

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show