This is a song about "On fleek"

Man it goes on and on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

You cant grab on whats on the news

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Relying on myself

I like rollin' with friends