This is a song about "Nails on fleek"

Man it goes on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Relying on myself

So hold back ya tears

I could go on and on and on for hours,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Aight, keep going, on and on

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

And all women who had light features, see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote