This is a song about "Final"

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

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

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

When our final hours die down, to fend

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And these shots are vital,take your final,

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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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,