This is a song about "Final"

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

The final fatality,

Like hoes down in magic city