This is a song about "Freaking"

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

You know the tricks that i am flipping they are (freaking) ill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Got'em writing bars to send you the freaking penitentiary

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Talk about some (freaking) clearance

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real