This is a song about "End of the line"

They tryna see the end of me

They gotta point em out baby

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

Bitch i got extras of supernumeraries, line after line features the exact same rhyme,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

But for me this song makes end of the line