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

Fuck it, i'm done

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

But somehow it made them listen

From verse one you can tell that i won/

(victim screaming in the end)

Beach on the weekend