This is a song about "On oovoo"

They pick on him and step on him

Nail to 2 tha coffin

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

And if you pay for that yourself

Relying on myself

100 percent on everything and on my team

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Before my time pasted on

That's word to my mom