This is a song about "Any last words"

Listen to the fucking words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Let's enjoy our younger years while they last

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Just because you can rhyme words

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

I try to make time last

They got me trapped

I'll get to em when i land

It's sure to be the last

I'm writing this letter with words

The birds i knew flip birds