This is a song about "The final countdown"

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

When our final hours die down, to fend

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb