This is a song about "First freestyle"

Attention is a must

I can freestyle with more talent

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Shit, in this white man's world

But lets put first things first

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

The main freestyle king back in the building

Because they know i could beat them in a freestyle

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile