This is a song about "End of the line"

And at the end of the day,

But i dont never play

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Haters won't be the end of me,

They gotta point em out baby

Shake that thing im in front of the line

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

But for me this song makes end of the line

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was