This is a song about "Crack free my niggas in jail"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

My life is in between the rhymes making a statement breaking free

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I need a jail house to free my dogs

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Not a crack in my voice, this young nigga so poised

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail