This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Aight, keep going, on and on

New message from mom

My sim card's the bomb

"hurry up, the cams on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Maybe we shoulda held on

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

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Man it goes on and on

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one