This is a song about "End of the line"

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

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

The truth of my blood line is unknown

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Because at the end of the day,

That's the end of the masterbigt show

That's why they can't mess up my flow

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

But for me this song makes end of the line

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

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

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