This is a song about "Ends meet"

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

But they sold jello in the paint

Feasting off wack mc's just waiting till lunch ends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

But you never come when you period is five days

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

What a story, it's where the chapter ends

We can never be friends

I hope bullying ends.

Same shit different pen just reruns with different ends,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends