This is a song about "On"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Pay dues like a hair salon

Man it goes on and on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Swisher almost gone, hold on

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

Relying on myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

Aight, keep going, on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

New message from mom