This is a song about "On"

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

My sim card's the bomb

Swisher almost gone, hold on

I think you and your friends

Relying on myself

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Aight, keep going, on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john