This is a song about "On fleek"

' alright, already, the show goes on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Aight, keep going, on and on

When you strive for perfection

They pick on him and step on him

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

You cant grab on whats on the news

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

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon