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

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

And i doubt that ever change

You little young-ass motherfuckers

In a verse so adverse rebirth it occurs,

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Purchased first just to get heard off one verse

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word