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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

It's just me, in the end

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

They robbed us in the end

Hold up yea we the best

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

(victim screaming in the end)

Beach on the weekend