This is a song about "Being free"

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

When i tell her keep it drama free

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Side em on blister free

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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

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

Where i free the people from being a colony

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see