This is a song about "It goes on"

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

' alright, already, the show goes on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

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

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Stop blowing up my cellphone

She goes on in, walks into his home,

This type of shit goes on everyday,

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets