This is a song about "How it goes"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

But i guess this my life story and that's how it goes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Well you just don't know how the story goes

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

And this is how it goes when i awake

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

But how could fuckin i cry. i be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

No matter how your story goes, i'm still waiting

Here's how it goes, rap with symbols

Or closed casket for our troubles

That's just how it goes when i rap to beats, but it's all over now cause this rap's complete

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Thats just how the story goes chasing faded glory