This is a song about "Final fantasy"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

To grow up in a perfect storybook fantasy

First off congratulations on the win

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

No words to encourage me, that shit is fantasy

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

And it aint my final

I'm mental, it's instrumental