This is a song about "End of the freestyle"

They all need attention, they call me a g though

I leapt 'n' saw the path at the end of the rainbow

That's the end of the masterbigt show

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

But at the end of the tunnel theres nothin but light,

The pitter-patter of young feet enough to end the chatter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And at the end of the day,

Observe: cock and spray

It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus