This is a song about "Final"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

But me and my brother never made it out school