This is a song about "Fosters freeze"

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

And stop / freeze for singers they can please

Got tired of running from the police

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I bestow blows that freeze flows, and sweep foes,

Took me a while just to write those

Like being garbage some type of disease

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Everyone has the need to freeze it