This is a song about "Final"

When our final hours die down, to fend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Came bursting out in one final shot,

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

The final war of the whack and sick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

And it aint my final

As i light one for ill will

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now