This is a song about "Free will"

Still rappin' with free will, closin' in for the kill. ask your girl if she was on the pill.

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I will set me free from your smile sunshine

Fuck u i've been free since 1863, stress free,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Who am i? someone set me free

Bitch, they call it motor city

Of free will and submission, turn the ignition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Knowing you can no longer party

Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free