This is a song about "Final"

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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,

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin