This is a song about "Dead ends"

Please sugar don't come alone

Your story ends its time to go home

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Feasting off wack mc's just waiting till lunch ends

What a story, it's where the chapter ends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

Tryna meet my half ends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

She all on my skin

Which ends with jubilation