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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

They cant take the shit in each verse

And you are not around like black fathers

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

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

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

See, you're my best friend

They robbed us in the end

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

My densest frees are condensed in this verse