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

It's just me, in the end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

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