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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

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

Then push the milk on a slow bend

It's just me, in the end

Niggas in the street scared

They robbed us in the end

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

That i did it or put it in this verse

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change