This is a song about "Free my boy troubles"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

Trying to set my mind free,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My rhymes are free and abysmal

And my songs when they reach they official

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

You can search but you'll never find

Playng baseball with my boy tube

I must go like fly route

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

To the highest degree sorry boy but the best things in life aint free