This is a song about "Ya its my last verse"

You come you my door asking for a verse

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

//this last verse is one criticizing rap pad, told from an amateur rapper

She always in my mind when i write every single verse.

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Preparing for the future ya we're built to last.

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

To every verse of my rap

But i, will mess up the last one, i bet ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

So its time for verse two

Wolf gang, triple six crew