This is a song about "End of the line"

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

Lets get fucked up to the bone

The truth of my blood line is unknown

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

This is the end of my fucking song

But for me this song makes end of the line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

It ain't where i been

The end of discussion

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness