This is a song about "Final"

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

It's the apocalypse now cue the final chapter

Bitch, they call it motor city

The final fatality,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

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,

As i light one for ill will

And it aint my final