This is a song about "Final kill"

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

The day before is better than the present

When our final hours die down, to fend

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

That's making revenue of a name we cherish

Why a black nigga take ass over class

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination