This is a song about "Final"

When our final hours die down, to fend

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

The final war of the whack and sick

Make room for the groom married to his music

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Aren't you somethin', an original

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I'm your final save, no more need to cave, it's sure, no poor

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Final disputes for the title but i got no rivals/

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

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

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

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