This is a song about "Freedom and racism"

There’s not enough peaceful activism and too much racism,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Music is the freedom

You was hot for a season

Throw your money in the air

Freedom to give and freedom to share

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Miami nights, ain't another one

It is the way to freedom

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

And if you think we got freedom then you're probably wrong,