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

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Purchased first just to get heard off one verse

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

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

Hold up yea we the best

It's just me, in the end

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

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

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

(victim screaming in the end)

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.