This is a song about "Final"

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Make room for the groom married to his music

The final war of the whack and sick