This is a song about "Final"

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

The final fatality,

I'mma drop you off home quickly

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

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

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Came bursting out in one final shot,