This is a song about "Freedom good"

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

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

Music is the freedom

Fuck it, i'm done

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note