This is a song about "Free styling"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Living young and wild and free

Free from your alter ego

But seemingly believe it though

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Trying to set my mind free,

Lets come up to my city

Cut it loose and let it free,

I swear they think i'm crazy