This is a song about "End of our frien"

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

Shades: lv was a little dough

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

All the the errors of our ways,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Because its basically blatant were at the end of our days

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And i ain't frontin for her

The days of our adventure

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

They think they bring that pain

Until then end of your game.

We are having the time of our lives

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings