This is a song about "Last till 6am"

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Victory is within my grasp, arrow to your throat i'm there 'till you take that last gasp

I refuse to ever come in last

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

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

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

600 benz, house six hundred grand

If you ain't first, you came in last