This is a song about "Final"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

So now just take your last final fucking bow

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And it aint my final

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

The final war of the whack and sick

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

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

They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge