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

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

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Niggas in the street scared

It's just me, in the end

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

With foreign names, valet the range

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

(victim screaming in the end)

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come