This is a song about "Swanging on glasa"

Now im getting them on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Pay dues like a hair salon

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

You cant grab on whats on the news

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Aight, keep going, on and on

That's word to my mom

Take my moms, move away

Shifting on and on through the grey.