This is a song about "End the song"

Now the raps gotta end

Then push the milk on a slow bend

We gonna be all the way gone

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

This is the end of my fucking song

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Run for cover and return fire

Were gonna end this song while

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.