This is a song about "Freedom cry"

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Lets spread our freedom wide

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Organs bleedin/visions clear of normal freedom

For a freedom,give him a reason.

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

You face made blind children cry

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Smile on my face with the freedom

And you can tell everyone

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat