This is a song about "Make it last"

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Can't smile, take a picture, make it last long

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Last time i said im the greatest, guess what i meant it.

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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

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

Old head once told me if it ain't real then it ain't gone last

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

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

But my plan is to show you that i understand

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

It almost seems like last night shit was going my way

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday