This is a song about "Be free"

Despite all my fear, im a courageous child, young and wild, but praying to be free,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I just hope that one day maybe i be free

Malia family, we the family

Picture me lettin this chump survive

You want to be free, to fuck all the guys

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

To be free, must be a test 'n i'm guessin this is destiny

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

Be free in society or a prison mate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still