This is a song about "Final"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Will somebody please show me how

On they twitter writing novels, see

The final fatality,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

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

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination