This is a song about "Final"

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

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