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

Girls fast how jamaicans run

From verse one you can tell that i won/

It's just me, in the end

Nigga i ain't never scared

End your career in a verse

Bored of the shooters

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

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

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

Translation cause my life is too sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Hold up yea we the best

(victim screaming in the end)

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.