This is a song about "End of the line"

Shake that thing im in front of the line

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

But for me this song makes end of the line

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

This is the end of my fucking song

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb