This is a song about "End of the line"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

You're the punch line of every rhyme that i spit.

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

The lack of one, but your first line fore told

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Or you'll drive me crazy

Haters won't be the end of me,

At this love thing toe to toe

That's the end of the masterbigt show

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

But for me this song makes end of the line