This is a song about "Free palestine"

They say i talk like im god body

Trying to set my mind free,

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I'm breaking free of these shackles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

Must be something you want me to see

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

And now that i’m getting money

Living young and wild and free

Took my heart away from money

When i tell her keep it drama free