This is a song about "Final"

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

This is like riding through the city

The final fatality,

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four