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

They had a hell of a run

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

It's just me, in the end

Beach on the weekend

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

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