This is a song about "Being free"

Preferably judge free?

I swear they think i'm crazy

This is like riding through the city

Blood on the cross set me free

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

Malia family, we the family

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

But you can't have this shit for free

Lets come up to my city

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

But i think i like that, just maybe

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Cuz it seems you get ass for free by simply being at the scene

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence