This is a song about "To on"

On a ladder straight to fame

I wish i’ll never see you again

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

When life is too good to carry on

Chilldren hold on to yo teddy

What them tippers don't see

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Pry ya entire lobe prier to fighting on

Cowering on my stage to long/

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Walking to town on the tracks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

To end up on the news