This is a song about "On dek"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Aight, keep going, on and on

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Your on fire.. your on fire

' alright, already, the show goes on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

My position improving, not to mention

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

You cant grab on whats on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth