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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

See, you're my best friend

It's just me, in the end

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Top ranked, number one my son

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

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

Trying to renovate the game

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters