This is a song about "Final"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

And these shots are vital,take your final,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

And it aint my final

As i light one for ill will

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

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

But i let off everything i have