This is a song about "Wc final"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

Last level reached and i'm the final boss

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

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

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Killing these niggas off quick

The final war of the whack and sick

And it aint my final

Lady at the frank stand will

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

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

What them tippers don't see

The final fatality,