This is a song about "Final"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

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

When our final hours die down, to fend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

The final war of the whack and sick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project