This is a song about "Final days"

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

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

The final war of the whack and sick

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

They lying on they jimmy

The final fatality,