This is a song about "Final"

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

The final fatality,

I like my girls smart, skinny

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus