This is a song about "Final"

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

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Killing these niggas off quick

The final war of the whack and sick