This is a song about "Final"

Came bursting out in one final shot,

By any means, if ya like it or not

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

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

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

The final war of the whack and sick

Lady at the frank stand will

And it aint my final