This is a song about "Final"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

The final fatality,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And these shots are vital,take your final,

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Came bursting out in one final shot,