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

Hold up yea we the best

They robbed us in the end

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

(victim screaming in the end)

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

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

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

White with a badge or anyone

From verse one you can tell that i won/