This is a song about "Last chans"

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

I don't want those memories to last

Hey, must be the money

First name dizzy last name b

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Remember last september when you last surrendered to a chicken piece?

I refuse to ever come in last

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Was last year, lookin all clammy

Hopin' that my niggas see

I try to make time last

Miami nights, made a couple grand

And never should you fear

Fast lane on that last gear,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Let's enjoy our younger years while they last