This is a song about "Wc final"

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

Everybody listening can suck my dick in spanish

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And roars at hearth, the final farce, has come to pass/

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

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

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