This is a song about "The last of us"

(8 mile road) and i'm gone, i know right where i'm goin

Use 4g to allocate the last of my coin

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Pussyfooting for the last drop of nectar

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But you got the armor of a beetle, can't dispute us

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Hoping that nobody don't notice

It happens to the best of us

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,

And that is the very last words of my statement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt