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

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Ok i hear you talkin

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

They cant take the shit in each verse

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

While half my mental belongs in a cage