This is a song about "End of the road"

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

This is the end of my fucking song

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

To much pride will ride you down to the road of shame

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

At the end of the day he just wants to go home

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

The end of discussion

It ain't where i been

Shades: lv was a little dough

That's the end of the masterbigt show

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus