This is a song about "End of the line"

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

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

If you know like i know, you should lie low

They say nothings ever free

Haters won't be the end of me,

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

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

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

I cant think of the next line...