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

They cant take the shit in each verse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

From verse one you can tell that i won/

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

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

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers