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

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

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

This one's for the lovers

You cant deliver one verse,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

That i did it or put it in this verse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

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

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard