This is a song about "On and on"

And focus more on my rhymes.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I could go on and on and on for hours,

And ur never on his level

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

So they taught me to spray

And get on a flight today

Shifting on and on through the grey.

To throw it all away

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Sippin' on the gin and tonic