This is a song about "End of days"

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

This is story of my four days inside

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

They call me the god of night and the king of days

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Yall will understand one of these days

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years