This is a song about "Goes on"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

' alright, already, the show goes on

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Better then sex is what goes on next.

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

When on my dick the clock goes tick tick time flyin by like a stoners high,

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Sometimes with what goes on down here i think he's just bored.

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket