This is a song about "On on"

Relying on myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Then some lady named billie holiday

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Before my time pasted on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Man it goes on and on

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

On my ride on the bills baby i

Try not to lead her on

That's word to my mom