This is a song about "Final"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

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

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

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

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service