This is a song about "Final"

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

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

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

But i let off everything i have

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

The final war of the whack and sick

Make room for the groom married to his music