This is a song about "Free styler"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

When i tell her keep it drama free

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

And all women who had light features, see

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Trying to set my mind free,

Preferably judge free?

They gotta point em out baby

But you can't have this shit for free

That's the way, you can move it baby

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Yet they invade to enslave the free

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

When i tell her keep it drama free

Why don't you just get a little taste baby