This is a song about "Final"

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

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

On trial for possession of some chronic

The final war of the whack and sick

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Came bursting out in one final shot,

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

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