This is a song about "Final"

And there's little to be glad for

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

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

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

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

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

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

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

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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