This is a song about "Final"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

When our final hours die down, to fend

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Living if she is or not

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

The final war of the whack and sick

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The final fatality,