This is a song about "Beat goes on"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Im doing this on a beat

Endless sporadic on the beat,

I keep my money neat

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

' alright, already, the show goes on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Yeah i know we never got to meet

78. sick rapper on a beat,