This is a song about "The final rap"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

After we kill em all phonic's will be the final cats to spit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And it aint my final

It ain't like that

The reason why i rap