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

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Penncounting pennys over tha years

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

They robbed us in the end

Beach on the weekend

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

From verse one you can tell that i won/