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

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

From verse one you can tell that i won/

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Stop it if you scared

They robbed us in the end

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

One verse, one hearse, kill him off like the grim reaper/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

End your career in a verse

Now you got a masters