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

(victim screaming in the end)

Just say he's the best

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

That i did it or put it in this verse

We gotta get back to what really matters

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

I can always go home and look down my street