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

Don't come nearer, see your soul in the mirror?

"contemplate", i wrote about her

The lane is fast don't come in last or you gonna get socked

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I refuse to ever come in last

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

Magic city a lil bit of change

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change