This is a song about "Make it last more"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

But he never spoke up, so they could make it last

Shit the drugs don't even make it any more fun

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Keep wriggling, make my grip more limiting

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Make it my best you need to add more concepts

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

I wish that this ride could last 4 more hours

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Our first and last date no leaven it

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I can just stab you with a pencil but i make it more suspenseful and diss you.