This is a song about "Free throwin"

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Side em on blister free

Trying to set my mind free,

You see now that nigga lonely

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Throwin cash like monopoly,

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

It was just another party

Preferably judge free?

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Throwin' out the shit that you cannot disrupt.

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits