This is a song about "Final"

The final war of the whack and sick

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

The final fatality,

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

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

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

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