This is a song about "Free at last"

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

You think i'm lying well why don't you ask the people at the last dance,

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

The greats have passed, our time at last, the hero is/

I got bigger problems baby

Preferably judge free?

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

But i remain the good kid

There was a change at last minute