This is a song about "Make it last"

Should known when i was only tryna make it last-

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Everytime in her past,she woke up hoping it would last,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Fuck it, ill go head, use a real word at last,

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Or i'll make sure your last known location will be "unknown".

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

The past goes by so fast and it never last

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

I wont forget the past im sure it will always last