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

Fuck all you haters

End your career in a verse

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Beach on the weekend

(victim screaming in the end)

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

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

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

You cant deliver one verse,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

They cant take the shit in each verse