This is a song about "Freaky tales"

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Whores get with it, we get freaky like a contortion gimmick

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Do you want some tunes i like it freaky

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Love all the freaky shit even when you tie me to a chair,