This is a song about "Freedom friend"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Talking about a friend, of a friend

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Half your body laying on my chest

At the moment, my freedom is blessed

Freedom to give and freedom to share

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

Go where you ain't been

Music is the freedom

I hit your block and we can box for fun

And i don't need wings to know freedom/