This is a song about "Your on benefits"

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Your on fire.. your on fire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Are your still on the ground

Disses, on your misses

So let 'em chase love

Time after time, again and again

I'll created thunder on your rain,

After your names on a tombstone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Your mom jumped on this cock

And don't make vibrations stop