This is a song about "Final"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

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

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring