This is a song about "How it goes"

I suppose it goes to show

Ima keep that on the low

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Im about to spit oh shit girl here it goes,

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Always sacred with shit cause you know how it goes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Thats just not how the fuck it goes, so bitch, sit the fuck down, in the rows

So listen this is how it goes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

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