This is a song about "Final"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

This is your last chance, your final warning.....

The pigs fly away in the morning

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

6 feet deep in the ground your final destination

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Just hung himself abruptly and his final deed was done,