This is a song about "The bitter end ofheartbreak"

You cant end early, no reward at the end

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

That the perched people will reciprocate this bitter hate/

Myself and my crew til the very end

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

Hold up yea we the best

They robbed us in the end

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

My time with their half-witted reviews

To end up on the news

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that i had

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Veterans are bitter, jittering, considering i'm a newborn in the game