This is a song about "Free run"

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

The life is free, the life is fun and it will not be easier if you just run.

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

Trying to set my mind free,

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

And now that i’m getting money

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Yet they invade to enslave the free

Take your time when you’re with me baby