This is a song about "Final"

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard