This is a song about "Swanging on glasa"

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Ten more depending on where wale going

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

100 percent on everything and on my team

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

My sim card's the bomb

Cause i already moved on

Man it goes on and on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

New message from mom

Nobody to lean on