This is a song about "On my gr"

On my tongue and in my lungs

See boy she been in love

He died on my 16 birthday,

Another round what the song say

Rolling with my yankees hat on

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

At the same damn time

I put my raps on vine,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think