This is a song about "Free at last"

Dont paid the prepaid free

Do you think i'm crazy

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

You think i'm lying well why don't you ask the people at the last dance,

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Well, at least this may be my last drink

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

At least more than the last one

But girl you got me open

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol