This is a song about "On to summ"

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

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

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Cowering on my stage to long/

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Trying to fucking stomp on me

I fucking hate this job

In hopes to get on top

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Sipping on champagne to celebrate

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

When life is too good to carry on

Im on my way to britain

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Nobody to lean on