This is a song about "I am gonna finish you"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I'm gonna piss all over this interview, lyrically finish you

And y'all be laughing cuz you say am gonna melt

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

This is your last battle an am gonna end you

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

I'm gonna finish you here, bitch, i've said enough