This is a song about "It goes on"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im about to spit oh shit girl here it goes,

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,

Every since then our whole city been horrible

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

The kings get killed very least overthrown

She goes on in, walks into his home,

That's just life, how it goes

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

' alright, already, the show goes on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wardrobe from round the globe

Perhaps it goes right down ya throat,