This is a song about "Goes on"

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Only if everyone can see what goes on in the planet

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain

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,

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

Better then sex is what goes on next.

Half your body laying on my chest