This is a song about "Free throwin"

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Side em on blister free

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I swear they think i'm crazy

Dont paid the prepaid free

Even for our fuckin' crews, because we all throwin' slugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Life playin' with my feelings, throwin' me in the thrash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I came up hungry

Preferably judge free?

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

That im throwin at you