This is a song about "It s the final countdown"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Together all the timethought it was true love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste