This is a song about "Free styling"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

I swear they think i'm crazy

Fuck u i've been free since 1863, stress free,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Living young and wild and free

The good kid from the ugly city

When i tell her keep it drama free

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm sounding, like i'm whining, my wiring is twisted, my styling is gifted

Cut it loose and let it free,

Walk that body, talk that body

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

The downfall of our free land