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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

End your career in a verse

Throw it in reverse

It's just me, in the end

Nigga i ain't never scared

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

They robbed us in the end

Niggas in the street scared

It was just the four of us uptown corners

That i did it or put it in this verse

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried