This is a song about "Final four"

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

The final war of the whack and sick

Go crazy when she hear music

When i get my hands on nines

Connect four,connect rhymes

Four more tarts playing harps

I got these tats all on my arms

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students