This is a song about "Final fantasy"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We were livin a fantasy

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy