This is a song about "Being ok in the end"

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

But in the end, you left me in the fryer/

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Its the small shit that gets you in the end

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

You end up sempiternally disassembled in the darkness

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

(vlad:) you won't be ok, ranked 14th in the uk

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent