This is a song about "Final"

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

The final war of the whack and sick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The final fatality,

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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