This is a song about "Goes on"

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

It's irritant, if this goes on i'll roll up like i'm militant/

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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,

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

This type of shit goes on everyday,

When you took my hand up so calm

Man it goes on and on

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

With those crazy ass people at the county building

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

He goes away, i get up on my bed to resume, to spit till the hours ahead//

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama