This is a song about "Late final"

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Heavens door, but i am just too late

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Cus now nigga its to late

Play this shit while you contemplate

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter