This is a song about "Freddie bunz"

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed