This is a song about "Free the homie"

Yet they invade to enslave the free

We might be back in this baby

Just like the homie biggie said

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

We vegetables, on them record labels

Oh wait, its just the homie mumbles

Undercover to free the human race,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift