This is a song about "On on"

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

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Before my time pasted on

When you took my hand up so calm

Why do i continue on

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse