This is a song about "Final fantasy vii"

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

I compliment you with your conversation

We were livin a fantasy

Fuck fame, fuck money

Ye too, but what em did was silly

The final fatality,

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

The feds slower than a can pouring

I can't tell reality from fantasy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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