This is a song about "On dek"

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

That's word to my mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Now im getting them on

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

I could go on and on and on for hours,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters