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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.