This is a song about "On the"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

New message from mom

"hurry up, the cams on,

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.