This is a song about "On on"

My sim card's the bomb

Swisher almost gone, hold on

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

100 percent on everything and on my team

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Man it goes on and on

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I could go on and on and on for hours,

First off congratulations on the win

They pick on him and step on him

I like rollin' with friends

Relying on myself

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote