This is a song about "Final"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

And it aint my final

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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,

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

The final fatality,

Oh girl now don't be silly

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now