This is a song about "The final countdown"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

The final war of the whack and sick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Like a fiend off the best rock

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

When our final hours die down, to fend

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared