This is a song about "Partying till the end"

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Friends first, but enemies unto the end.

Beach on the weekend

It's just me, in the end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

They robbed us in the end

Rep that 706 till then end.

Niggas in the street scared

You will live with crumble jaws, till the end of time

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

To the end like you know

Ima keep that on the low

Till the moment you've stop breathe

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys