This is a song about "On"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

They pick on him and step on him

I am my inspiration

New message from mom

Try not to lead her on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Shifting on and on through the grey.

To throw it all away

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

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