This is a song about "Final"

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

When our final hours die down, to fend

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

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

And these shots are vital,take your final,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Came bursting out in one final shot,

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

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

The final war of the whack and sick

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try