This is a song about "Final four"

When our final hours die down, to fend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Fourscore and four wars ago

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

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Please correct me, stretch marks

Four more tarts playing harps

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

The final war of the whack and sick

Killing these niggas off quick

I know you just doing your job

Came bursting out in one final shot,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish