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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

So i'd like to end this verse with a line and a dot

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

That i did it or put it in this verse

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change