This is a song about "End of rap"

The michael myers of rap,

Whether teddy or pat

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Through thick and thin

The end of discussion

That end of my childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Until then end of your game.

Haters won't be the end of me,

Bitch, i might make you my baby

My rap has now come to an end

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

Cut me off every time im talking