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

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

From verse one you can tell that i won/

Mami... she open, she open

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

That i did it or put it in this verse

African queen got what you need

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

She always in my mind when i write every single verse.

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

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