This is a song about "Tone on"

You got no swag on your tone man you're monotone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

She got me caught up in the moment

Cinnamon tone women and

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Man it goes on and on

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

It explains why i rap with a tone

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

100 percent on everything and on my team

So you better stop, and watch your fucking tone/

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows