This is a song about "End carrer in one verse"

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And you can tell everyone

From verse one you can tell that i won/

And you are not around like black fathers

Purchased first just to get heard off one verse

While half my mental belongs in a cage

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

(victim screaming in the end)

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

They cant take the shit in each verse

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse