This is a song about "Final"

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

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

Came bursting out in one final shot,

I know you just doing your job

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

When our final hours die down, to fend

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots