This is a song about "It goes on"

Better then sex is what goes on next.

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

This type of shit goes on everyday,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

But also when to stroll, i know how it goes,

She goes on in, walks into his home,

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Tryin' to change something,but it goes bad

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

But, who knows, that's way it goes

Ain't no women at the shows

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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