This is a song about "End of the line"

But more importantly taught me to pray

Because at the end of the day,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Shake that thing im in front of the line

For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

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

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

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

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

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

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic