This is a song about "The show goes on"

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

' alright, already, the show goes on

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Yo put on the spot to show off in a song

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Oh hey, there goes my mind on the floor right beside you,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

One time for the 305, though

I suppose it goes to show

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?