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

She always in my mind when i write every single verse.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

End your career in a verse

This ones for the lovers

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet