This is a song about "Final"

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

And it aint my final

As i light one for ill will

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Together all the timethought it was true love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

The final war of the whack and sick

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,