This is a song about "This is the end of this rap"

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

3 times, show me your peace sign

But for me this song makes end of the line

What up girl, tell me how you been

This is the end station

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

So alone on this road again, until the end of time.

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

This is not a rap,this is the calculas of all my energy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

The cock-sucking queen has been dethroned, this is the end of your reign/