This is a song about "Final hour"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And it aint my final

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I step out of the shower in about one hour

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

An hour away makes our day

If you out there let me hear you say

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

When our final hours die down, to fend

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for