This is a song about "Final"

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

As i light one for ill will

And it aint my final

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though