This is a song about "End your life"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

She don't really care about anyone advice

It will be the end or start of new life

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Or imma end your life, yeah a ruthless poet

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Your ever gonna end up in pen

And do i need to mention when

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

Don't be fooled by all the light i emit i'll end your life quick

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words