This is a song about "Final"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her