This is a song about "Final hour"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The final war of the whack and sick

This why we get up in the morning

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Now moneys talkin louder

A man of the hour.

And it aint my final

As i light one for ill will

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Go od less in an hour.