This is a song about "Free flaco from county"

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Senior citzens, i free 'em, release 'em from this mere prison

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

In life nothings comes free

Or you'll drive me crazy

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

Simple, the whiffs from her lips were too reminiscent of a free clinic

Now your free, but still bleed from dark memories,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease