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

End your career in a verse

That's why she ignore my flowers

Purchased first just to get heard off one verse

We gotta get back to what really matters

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

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

They cant take the shit in each verse

Now you got a masters

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed