This is a song about "Final"

But i let off everything i have

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

The final war of the whack and sick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

And it aint my final

Lady at the frank stand will

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Aren't you somethin', an original

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

So now just take your last final fucking bow

When our final hours die down, to fend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

The final fatality,

Mama made her pretty