This is a song about "Free soil"

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Yet they invade to enslave the free

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

This is like riding through the city

Side em on blister free

To them it's just a story

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

My soil struck and it produced deadly live stream and ajna eye beams

Trying to set my mind free,

It's obvious i'm crazy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Blazing the weed to get high free,

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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