This is a song about "The last"

Pussyfooting for the last drop of nectar

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Not only had the fiend died

He's got the first and last bite!

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

He be the last true apostle

So pretentious with no potential

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

The memories were to shitty to even last,

And i just want to hold her

Was the girl i fucked last winter

My past experiences, the last appearing in poems

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love