This is a song about "Free the homie"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Free the masons like benjamin franklin

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

It gets my blood flowing, the feeling of free

My lady, my baby

Blazing the weed to get high free,

My homie just beat the charge

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

I swear the free masons

Without the sound of guns