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

They cant take the shit in each verse

He lying i’m on papers

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

And i listen to common

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

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

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

I refuse to be another being on this earth

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

Beach on the weekend

They robbed us in the end

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek