This is a song about "Last of us"

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Pussyfooting for the last drop of nectar

Behind in the dust, left in disgust, like the rest of us

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

They tell us to go home and spend the last days y'all have together

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

I'm tired of people saying jesus will guide us,

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge