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

Half your body laying on my chest

(victim screaming in the end)

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet