This is a song about "Going to"

I aint going to try to play criminal

Aren't you somethin', an original

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Play with fire you're going to get burnt

Going to east nexy year

A couple of sprites but no beer

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Going to the southern land

And getting money is the song i sing

And than i am content, intend to keep going

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

And in fact i can’t deny

You are going to die