This is a song about "Final chapter"

The final war of the whack and sick

Superfly, opposite of basic

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

When our final hours die down, to fend

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Now i'm grown up, anger passed and i'll continue my chapter

While they was laughing i was writing my next chapter

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Not even my favorite rapper

I'm messaging my next chapter

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"