This is a song about "Final"

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

And it aint my final

Lady at the frank stand will

The final war of the whack and sick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Came bursting out in one final shot,

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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