This is a song about "Free the homie"

Yet they invade to enslave the free

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

Blazing the weed to get high free,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Ride the dick of the dirtiest emcee, but ain't shit for free

My talent should take me places i've never been

Free the masons like benjamin franklin

Just let me be the real free

That's the way, you can move it baby

My homie just beat the charge

Gold all in my watch