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

Beach on the weekend

They robbed us in the end

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

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

From verse one you can tell that i won/

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often