This is a song about "Final"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

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

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

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

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

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

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

The final fatality,

But five years from now i bet she see