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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

What up girl, tell me how you been

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Niggas in the street scared

It's just me, in the end

You cant deliver one verse,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers