This is a song about "Final"

That happen to act like a black president

When our final hours die down, to fend

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

And it aint my final

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

The final fatality,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination