This is a song about "Final"

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

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

The final war of the whack and sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

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

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

So now just take your last final fucking bow