This is a song about "Free my man"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

That the demons are free and that they gon take my soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Flames in my head but it doesn't matter cuz i feel free

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

I pull my dick out for free tastings

So here i am at the store for some chips