This is a song about "Free us all"

They think all us archetypes

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

And word i blew off herb i grew

You hate rappad and you dissed us all!

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Its all political this vote between us all

Portray us when they make us all the rednecks and criminals,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Got the best shit and i get it all for free