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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

That i did it or put it in this verse

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/