This is a song about "Going on"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Cause you got it going on

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You don't know what's growing on me you don't what i'm going

Going to train on spiders

Oldest nation on this earth

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Im going on a shooting spree

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Screams and pleads only seem to make you keep on going/

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

But i just kept on going

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Going on my own to play some basketball

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for