This is a song about "End of love"

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Yeah i wrote sweet lyrics of our love

You will live with crumble jaws, till the end of time

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Because at the end of the day,

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

At the end of the day he just wants to go home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

But in the end you niggas will either love me or slay me

Imma make it rain

Until then end of your game.

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush