This is a song about "Final"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The final war of the whack and sick

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie