This game is witty, profane, disgusting, clever, and very, very funny. It critiques the prison industrial complex, satirizes modern(-ish) pop culture, and delves into personal authorial confessions. It does it all with humor that could easily veer into the jaded or cynical, and it does, at times, but there are also moments of deeply earnest sincerity amid the gore and viscera (it is an odd combination, one that the author gleefully relishes).
There are monsters, and even the monsters deserve love. There are flawed, deeply human inmates and bootleggers. There are gross-out scenes involving various bodily fluids that are extreme enough to warrant taking the content warnings very seriously. There are whole societies based on the post-apocalyptic preservation of the entirety of Pitbull's musical catalog.
One Final Pitbull Song is a wild ride, a fever dream, a horror-comedy-romance for the ages.