This is a song about "To end the vattle"

Don't predict the story before you get to the end

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

All the good things do come to an end

All the odds go against you, you come to an end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I'ma be the end to ya motherfucking life.

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

In hope to sever the curse and end all the hurt

But i want to be friends forever, to the end

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

It's late and you stuck in my basement

To which end you're hitting the pavement