This is a song about "End of the line"

That's the end of the masterbigt show

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Rhyming fast,out of breath..bolt to the finish line

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end