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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

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

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

It's just me, in the end

See, you're my best friend

Babies turn into shooters

End your career in a verse

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

They robbed us in the end

Then push the milk on a slow bend