This is a song about "Gonna last"

Yeah, i'm gonna ask one last thing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Till i hit 'n' then spit this, yep this shit's gonna last

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

This gin, till i drink this, yep this shit's gonna last

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

The memories were to shitty to even last,

And i can write a hook fast

I don't want those memories to last

The faker they shakin' my hand

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

I'm low 'n' i'm just hopeless, know this shit's gonna last

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand