This is a song about "Not the end"

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

And in the end i hear you're not even really that well equipped.

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

It's not a crime, or what's inside, it's just until the end of time. (thyme)

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

This is the end station

And maybe it's the end

Then push the milk on a slow bend

(victim screaming in the end)

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Detaching the plastic i don't untie the end