This is a song about "Beat goes on"

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Better then sex is what goes on next.

Give us this day, our daily bread

I don't need no fucking throne

She goes on in, walks into his home,

' alright, already, the show goes on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

But i'm not worried

And when you spit on the beat,