This is a song about "Final"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And it aint my final

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The final fatality,

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus