This is a song about "It s the end for you s"

You have been begging for a pair of 110s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

They at the same spot they making no progress

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Every day was a saturday, shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,