This is a song about "Hatting on mexiacans"

Man it goes on and on

That's word to my mom

Now im getting them on

When you took my hand up so calm

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Ten more depending on where wale going

To throw it all away

Shifting on and on through the grey.

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Nobody to lean on

I love all the inspiration

They pick on him and step on him