This is a song about "On fleek"

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

New message from mom

Cause i already moved on

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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

That's word to my mom

Before my time pasted on

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin