This is a song about "Finding freedom"

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Can freedom be explained?

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

One parent above, the other live scared

At the moment, my freedom is blessed

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die