This is a song about "On to summ"

To end up on the news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

You got reason to brag

But time to get on track

Walking to town on the tracks

But i’m praying in advance

The shoulder, for you to cry on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Pry ya entire lobe prier to fighting on

Start to work on my libido

Wale dc said we on joe