This is a song about "Dont come to my ends"

Has come to satisfy my urge under my black heart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Dont back off, come on and get bit

You, you, you have to pay for that

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Pray to god it all ends well/ my sould is what im lookin for

Your story ends its time to go home

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

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

My rap has now come to an end

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Dont you ever come rampaging to me you clown

And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' tornthey made me an animal, can't sleep

People be beat, feds come i dont even more my feet, lyrics like mine i dont need to be neat