This is a song about "It goes on"

' alright, already, the show goes on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Or closed casket for our troubles

Here's how it goes, rap with symbols

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Tryin' to change something,but it goes bad

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Better then sex is what goes on next.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Perhaps it goes right down ya throat,

I fucking hate this job

' alright, already, the show goes on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Took me a while just to write those

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