This is a song about "Shitted on"

I could go on and on and on for hours,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

That's word to my mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Relying on myself

I like rollin' with friends

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Man it goes on and on

The only time i flirt with her

Your on fire.. your on fire