This is a song about "It goes on"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

No clever rhymes, every time in turns, that's the way it goes,

Live from the lamont's rose

I see the world as it goes

This type of shit goes on everyday,

I want to feel her in every way

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

But, who knows, that's way it goes

Like a line full of hoes

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

Perhaps it goes right down ya throat,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

And i'mma show you how the south was won

' alright, already, the show goes on