This is a song about "Final"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

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

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

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

The final war of the whack and sick

I bet you hear that white music

And it aint my final

As i light one for ill will

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

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

The final fatality,

Hopin' that my niggas see