This is a song about "Swanging on glasa"

' alright, already, the show goes on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Your on fire.. your on fire

That's word to my mom

Aight, keep going, on and on

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on