This is a song about "Walking o school"

Tryna kill my dreams

You're walking these streets,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

Poke out from behind her

Mother, o my mother

Mother, o my mother

And i ain't frontin for her

O save me please just bravely

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm a grade a o g

While o stands for omelet

10th grade, eyes red as shit