This is a song about "Final"

When our final hours die down, to fend

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

The final fatality,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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