This is a song about "You won t put an end to my story"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Were trying to put an end to these cold wars

You always thought you won

And i know that you're open

I'mma put an end to this nonsense, try but can't stop

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Many sides to my story just like an octagon,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap