This is a song about "Freedom s"

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Organs bleedin/visions clear of normal freedom

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

What up girl, tell me how you been

Smile on my face with the freedom