This is a song about "Ending your career"

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

You're in debt with beef your mc career, shelved

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Of real spittin and rappin/ your career about to sink like a ship missin a captain

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I come to fuck up your career, for the next couple of years

My city's culture to the game now in existence

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Your career has more downs than ups like a yo-yo

We're goin' straight to the ending

Your feedback ain't flexing

And now i called you out so you might as well quit,and we now your all fake not a word is legit

The setting is set i already set it. made your career a day ago but i am ready to end it

End your career in a verse

Strumming my pain with his fingers