This is a song about "Ending it"

Trapped in a never-ending barrage of hopelessness/

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Dont mean to be causeing such a ruckus, thought about ending it screaming fuck this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Ascending - the galaxy's the limit never ending

Which leads me to this, an ending suspending your wits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Life is a bitch; our relationship sucks, but i'm not ending it.

So therefore, i've lost all hope of a happy ending

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches