This is a song about "Final"

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

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

The pigs fly away in the morning

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

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

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

But me and my brother never made it out school

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