This is a song about "Wc final"

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Came bursting out in one final shot,

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Intendent attend them, cool cause