This is a song about "Ending of song"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Im never regretting the mentions of legends im ending

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

But every day im still closer to ending

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Render you washed ashore target tuned, in, red dotted point of view ending you,

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

But for me this song makes end of the line

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

The point of this song is pointless, voices are gone, but their echo's my rhythm

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one