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

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

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

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

They robbed us in the end

Niggas in the street scared

End your career in a verse

In 2 to 6 hours

They cant take the shit in each verse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.