[Verse: Fisherman Scott] It's the beginning of the end, uh-huh Broke free from hell, motherf**er Sprint down the road and I Race my mind to the line, and my brain bend Each and every way, whether it's buy (bi) or it's sell You and I came from them both Quit d** and realized exactly who I was Music lover, brother from another mother Writing a verse and forget to rhyme f** it, I'll keep doing me Saying they can't understand me I don't blame you, it took me sixteen years for this Straight forward, I'm not trying to confuse you, uh-huh Get down! Y'all can keep that xan and lean, off that sh** To be frank, I been thinking about rolling solo End of the end, thanks to y'all Unoriginal, fake a** Personality artificial unworking Pandering to the media, crafted by the man Begging for attention online everyday Using ignorance to make you look special Then hopping on Twitter to say "hop off my dick" It's the end now, f** y'all I'm doing fine, don't believe in depression Don't go around asking my boys what's up with me Is he queer? On d**? Lost his mind? Yes, no, and absolutely Well, man I'm feeling better than ever what's up with you?