This is a song about "On thelow"

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Your on fire.. your on fire

And that i spent the night with her

New message from mom

Nobody to lean on

' alright, already, the show goes on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Riding around without a fuck given

Pay dues like a hair salon

Cause i already moved on

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head