This is a song about "Free styling"

Chillin' with homies and family

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

The downfall of our free land

Trying to set my mind free,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

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

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

But seemingly believe it though

Free from your alter ego

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy