This is a song about "End thots"

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Now the raps gotta end

I can tell you that this tape

World full of hoes and thots i can't take

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That end of my childhood

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Now look at you vicious to the end.

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Good things should never come to an end.

You cant end early, no reward at the end

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

But seemingly believe it though

To the end like you know