This is a song about "Final"

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

My talent should take me places i've never been

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops