This is a song about "Freakin and vibin"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Ma mind's poppin in all cripple.screamin' loud, head burstin like ripple. freakin' out

Everything i was once sure about was now skepticism and doubt

Grab the scissors and saws and

I fear no opponent

Third ward general, young cash money

Living young and wild and free

Stop freakin i'll give ya a peak in a sneak preview

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

I ain't, mad, at cha

I'm freakin the hoes bra