This is a song about "Diss ending"

I'm spitting out the dirt from the hurt, and ending your hurrah/

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

So therefore, i've lost all hope of a happy ending

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

We're goin' straight to the ending

A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Im never regretting the mentions of legends im ending

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Been running around trying find a job

Ending their sentence with a full stop./

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But every day im still closer to ending