This is a song about "Final"

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The final war of the whack and sick

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

Cut me off every time im talking

Came bursting out in one final shot,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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