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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Translation cause my life is too sweet

They robbed us in the end

Niggas in the street scared

You cant deliver one verse,

He lying i’m on papers

I can always go home and look down my street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

You see i promised that i'd never change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

That i did it or put it in this verse