This is a song about "Ender wiggin and arthur dent"

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

My identity, i sentenced in "i dent it in" til you heard it perfect

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And get it again and again

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

And stop playing hide and seek,

Nightmare on any street