This is a song about "On me"

I think found where your mind was

Me spitting on a canvas

Where you belong with your family

But primetime got nothin on me

Like hoes down in magic city

That enclosing grip on me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Dont love, just hate on me

My lady, my baby

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Everyone use facebook on me.

On how they set me up

Say what you wanna but