This is a song about "Final"

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

The final fatality,

I delete they history

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

The final war of the whack and sick

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

When our final hours die down, to fend

That happen to act like a black president

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Last level reached and i'm the final boss