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

(victim screaming in the end)

Half your body laying on my chest

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

If i sent my dad letters

You cant deliver one verse,

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Magic city a lil bit of change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Purchased first just to get heard off one verse

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word