This is a song about "The beat goes on"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

' alright, already, the show goes on

' alright, already, the show goes on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

When i spit on the beat,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete