This is a song about "Not he end"

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

New york, va, dc, get paid

He is here, i'm not afraid,

So why not kiss my rear end

Just say he's the best

Snitches here don't got no heart

He can sing, not ripped apart,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.-mark twain

That you are not healed until he forgives

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

But i guess not, he a despot, if he real then he dropped me a guest spot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

I'm not just a pedestrian so go ahead and test me man cause in the end he did the best he can