This is a song about "Vans on"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

My sim card's the bomb

Why do i continue on

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

And all she wants is to dance

Goin off the wall like vans-