This is a song about "Final"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Lady at the frank stand will

And it aint my final

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The final fatality,