This is a song about "Ending life"

Single father raising hits, ending them makes me a native then

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But every day im still closer to ending

Ending the shit right here arguing with my conscience

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

At 1 minute and 17 seconds, is when this rap i'm ending

Ending their sentence with a full stop./

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop