This is a song about "Final frontier"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

The final war of the whack and sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

So now just take your last final fucking bow

The final fatality,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Came bursting out in one final shot,

Murdered every bod from my squad