This is a song about "Goes on"

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Think i need another play

This type of shit goes on everyday,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

Lucky seven probably poppa