This is a song about "The beat goes on"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

If he does my soul to keep

When i spit on the beat,

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

' alright, already, the show goes on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain