This is a song about "Freedom cry"

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Scenes make a grown man cry

When they here today what you say to them

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Music is the freedom

Yeah bitch this date's done

It is the way to freedom

If a nigga didn't fake like them

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

I wish i’ll never see you again

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Freedom from want and that of despair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Freedom, my newest innovation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin