This is a song about "Dawn of the end"

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

It's the don rapping at the dawn

We at the top where we belong

And at the end of the day,

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Satan's spawns, we take ém own, break of dawn to the time when,

Because at the end of the day,

I have so much to say

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse