This is a song about "End the song"

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Were gonna end this song while

Aren't you somethin' to admire

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Cause’ i’m the rap boogeyman, motherfucker, you’ll understand by the end of this song/

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

But for me this song makes end of the line

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

"you already wrote the gay song

I get slight work like big sean