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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

They robbed us in the end

Niggas in the street scared

That k o d a lil bit of change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

See, you're my best friend

It's just me, in the end

Stop it if you scared

(victim screaming in the end)

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.