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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Half your body laying on my chest

(victim screaming in the end)

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed