This is a song about "Free for fall"

Made me think a lot, for rapping free style

I never smiled as a juvenile

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Walkin' up and talkin' lies, you want something for free?

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Don would fall swayed to anyone that'll prop him for rep!

Look it something they can't ever see

That's why like this beat, i try to get things for free