This is a song about "The last worr"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

One last shot, this time below the belt

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

If your not first in the door then your gonna be last

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

I wont forget the past im sure it will always last

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

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

I'm caged up in state prison

At least more than the last one

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand