This is a song about "Wc final"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

When our final hours die down, to fend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

So now just take your last final fucking bow

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

And served it to the public on a silver platter

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

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