This is a song about "Final kill"

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

When our final hours die down, to fend

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie