This is a song about "Free speech"

Preferably judge free?

They gotta point em out baby

In life nothings comes free

Than the muse of a family

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I ain't one to preach a speech calling for peace

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

You gotta make a speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

Trying to set my mind free,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black