This is a song about "Ending your fame"

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Which leads me to this, an ending suspending your wits

And getting money is the song i sing

But every day im still closer to ending

Floor seats at that wizards game

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)

Never over, an ending, that's just lame.

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Drive by ending your life having your fam wondering why

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Im never regretting the mentions of legends im ending

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

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