This is a song about "Final"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

As i light one for ill will

And it aint my final

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

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

When our final hours die down, to fend

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper