This is a song about "On fleek"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Before my time pasted on

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

My position improving, not to mention

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Aight, keep going, on and on

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

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

100 percent on everything and on my team