This is a song about "Free bro"

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Trying to set my mind free,

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

My nigga for life though

Are we living or dead bro

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

Must be something you want me to see

Fuck u i've been free since 1863, stress free,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Fuckin hoes thats all free.

It's obvious i'm crazy

In life nothings comes free

In life nothings comes free

Walk that body, talk that body