This is a song about "Final kill"

When our final hours die down, to fend

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

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

After we kill em all phonic's will be the final cats to spit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Lady at the frank stand will

And it aint my final

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/