This is a song about "The end bitch"

So at the end don't come

Flyer than the rest of them

Hold up yea we the best

They robbed us in the end

Myself and my crew til the very end

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

It's just me, in the end

Then push the milk on a slow bend

One time for the 305, though

To the end like you know

No more amore, i refuse to force you

But ima end on a bad note bitch fuck you to

Now the raps gotta end

Niggas in the street scared