This is a song about "On"

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Swisher almost gone, hold on

That's word to my mom

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

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

Before my time pasted on

Relying on myself

Roll up niggas be like sex

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

They pick on him and step on him

I love all the inspiration

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm