This is a song about "On one"

Too focused on one word

Fuck what you heard

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And im careful not to waste, one shot one kill on you beaters

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

And my only fear's a wedding ring

On my one, no one else cause i'm just boring,

Plus no one picks on me anymore

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Cuz listeners focus more on one direction,

Promise me you won't step out of line

Hold on people one at a time

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm working on the next one now