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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I can always go home and look down my street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

End your career in a verse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,