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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

That i did it or put it in this verse

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

That k o d a lil bit of change

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Purchased first just to get heard off one verse

That's why she ignore my flowers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

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

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

You cant deliver one verse,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse