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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

Hold up yea we the best

They robbed us in the end

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

From verse one you can tell that i won/