This is a song about "Freaky f"

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

She was a freaky bitch, a friends with benefit type which was the opposite

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

A caged, unleashed freaky beast, leftist like in pisa,

So why the f should i be in his

Pocket racked up all big faces

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Whether we in our room i like it freaky

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

I just want somebody i can see