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

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

It's just me, in the end

Beach on the weekend

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

That i did it or put it in this verse

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

They robbed us in the end

Never ever pay rent

With foreign names, valet the range

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,