This is a song about "Final"

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

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

They at the same spot they making no progress

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The final war of the whack and sick

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace