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

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

They cant take the shit in each verse

And what about the rappers

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

You cant deliver one verse,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street