This is a song about "On it"

If you ever feel alone and

Went on the run it isn't

I'll take your rhymes and chomp on it,then spit it back out and stomp on it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I did it... its on me...

Bitch, they call it motor city

My tracks stuck on replay, your button got dust on it

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Money on call for when i need it

Dusted it off, and moved on

New message from mom

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Making it happen, vegas on acid