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

That i did it or put it in this verse

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

With foreign names, valet the range

Then push the milk on a slow bend

It's just me, in the end

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

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

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street