This is a song about "Newer gone win on fifa"

But the show must go on, won't rest til your dead 'n gone,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Cause they trip on me cause im so smoked im prolly gone.

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Tats out and my hair long

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Pay dues like a hair salon

Swisher almost gone, hold on

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

But newer emcees grew new views/

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Even when you're gone i'll be on fire, burning bright

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win