This is a song about "West o"

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

I'm a grade a o g

What them tippers don't see

But look, she went and dialled triple o

People love hodgy i hate you though

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I am the next kanye west

Baby heading down a cloud

Repping that west with knock out

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

I drop o after o of the loud,

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show