This is a song about "Final"

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

The final fatality,

The good kid from the ugly city

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

When our final hours die down, to fend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Will somebody please show me how

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,