This is a song about "Freedom harsh life"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/

Organs bleedin/visions clear of normal freedom

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Freedom, my newest innovation

First off congratulations on the win

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done