This is a song about "Final"

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

The final war of the whack and sick

Superfly, opposite of basic

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops