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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

And i doubt that ever change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

(victim screaming in the end)

Half your body laying on my chest

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

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

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior