This is a song about "Your ganna come in last"

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Clamor in your last assent to heavend, or descend to hell's extent

That moschino shit is so back

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Come up to me with your flow, and i'll just kick ya in your jaw,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Keep that picture in your album man, it will last longer

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Come on now, the searing won't last long,

See if your could last a day in these shoes of mine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

Won't run out anytime soon