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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

End your career in a verse

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

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

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

And you are not around like black fathers