This is a song about "Goes on"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Oh hey, there goes my mind on the floor right beside you,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

' alright, already, the show goes on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Man it goes on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john