This is a song about "Aproching the finish line"

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Archetypical menace, impeccable to the finish//

Bf king is ready to finish the verse,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Fightin through with our rhymes to the finish line is just the first test

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

When you be runnin' for the win, i'll be chillin' at the finish line.

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

As i finish off the lye and reside in the sky

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen