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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

Won't run out anytime soon

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

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

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

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

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Might wanna watch your back when you come up in the d

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see