This is a song about "The end of the fantasy"

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

I leapt 'n' saw the path at the end of the rainbow

Catch you up on places i've been

The end of discussion

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.

This is the end of my fucking song

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

Because at the end of the day,

I have so much to say

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement