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

One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

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

From verse one you can tell that i won/

And i know that you're open

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

That i did it or put it in this verse

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat