This is a song about "On and on"

Well, i can handle that

On some bonnie and clyde shit

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

And get on a flight today

What you want me to say

My sim card's the bomb

And just keep livin on

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And tupac spit on their territory/

And ur never on his level

Lady at the frank stand will