This is a song about "Free us all"

Hey, must be the money

Fuckin hoes thats all free.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

All the apostles that tried to preach us

Got the best shit and i get it all for free

Knowing you can no longer party

Free of all old dragging tension;

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

But they all claimin that they need us

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

They think all us archetypes

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Made from the brain of me, most genius

They think all us archetypes

Dc's here, this is where crack lives