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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

Niggas in the street scared

It's just me, in the end

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

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

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

(victim screaming in the end)

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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