This is a song about "Final days"

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

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

When our final hours die down, to fend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

And these shots are vital,take your final,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card