This is a song about "Last olympian"

And i can write a hook fast

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

I refuse to ever come in last

That we can't forget the past

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

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Let's enjoy our younger years while they last

And i ain't trying to land

It's sure to be the last

Your last wish, wanna dance?

But you don't have a chance

The memories were to shitty to even last,

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand