This is a song about "This is the end of me"

They tryna see the end of me

Walk that body, talk that body

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

It's you an me until the end of time

Not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.-mark twain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

But for me this song makes end of the line

Haters won't be the end of me,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I killed them,now i think this is the end

Until i started to lose my way

Yeah, this is the end to real nice day