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

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

My rap has now come to an end

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

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

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

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Whats the fuckin story smiling boldly you won a lottery? or sold out.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Good things should never come to an end.