This is a song about "Freedom and cruel harsh life"

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Gently through and through, truth is truth, harsh or loose, leave a bruise,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

You was hot for a season

It is the way to freedom

And bitches wonder why i rap like a cruel nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And fuck off if you think that's a little bit harsh

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Year round asshole, the fuck you season