This is a song about "Final"

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

The final war of the whack and sick

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

Damn, now that's what the fuck you call dedication

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,