This is a song about "Freedom and peace"

Steal your love with ease

And you'll leave in one peace

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

And people holler "soft", when they hear me scream "peace",

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

But in the meantime it's lights please

There you can play jail games and make some peace.

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

And peace to this young warrior,

Baby, you know who you are

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

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