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

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Cold, my style making my nose run

From verse one you can tell that i won/

They cant take the shit in each verse

Half my peers, they're stretched for years