This is a song about "West o"

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Growing up i had your posters o

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Where they find me, 16 on death row

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Mother, o my mother!

Say bye bye to her

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Faking the be best saying you from the west

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

I drop o after o of the loud,

Get yours; you know what this about

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I am the next kanye west