This is a song about "The last rat"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Gotta top the charts just to make myself last

Don’t you be holding back

All you knew was rat pack

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

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

You restrict it, the past, it's over and it'll be the last

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

You restrict it, the past, it's over and it'll be the last

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

The socials won't just grow man, if this shit's gonna last

Where i'm from they is ruthless

From last night on the tour bus

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

I wont forget the past im sure it will always last