This is a song about "To on"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

To end up on the news

Sipping on champagne to celebrate

Early adapters agree they all late

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Try not to lead her on

My sim card's the bomb

Picked the worst career to be stable on, cable's on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Walking to town on the tracks