This is a song about "Spaghetti o s"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

Mother, o my mother!

And i ain't frontin for her

But seemingly believe it though

Growing up i had your posters o

Super magic, abracadabra kid

O wait...your moms already did/

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow