This is a song about "Final form"

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

I guess this is rap in its pure form

Itself in every form and shape and way,

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

And these shots are vital,take your final,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

You can form coalitions against me...

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

When our final hours die down, to fend

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Form follows function, so watch who you diss