This is a song about "Final four"

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Not relying on the light no more

Or keep small it around four

When our final hours die down, to fend

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west