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

They cant take the shit in each verse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

End your career in a verse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

I'm caged up in state prison

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.