This is a song about "Steve o"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

M v p like steve nash

So chase the air hide your stash

My bars is kickin' into steve urkel,been writing rhymes long as a journal

But that takes paper that we don't have so niggas put their souls up as collateral

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Unless they o d like heath ledger

But that's what he liked her

Mother, o my mother

Well, that's what you are

Mother, o my mother!