This is a song about "End of the line"

This is the end of my fucking song

'til it's like a mile long

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

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

And at the end of the day,

Keep losing my way

I shine, you shine, so we shine

I cant think of the next line...

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

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

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

The end of discussion

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her