This is a song about "Final"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

The final war of the whack and sick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

So now just take your last final fucking bow