This is a song about "Freedom"

Can freedom be explained?

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

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

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Freedom from want and that of despair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

It's absurd they're testing, "freedom"? is it a curse or blessing?

Organs bleedin/visions clear of normal freedom

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

At the moment, my freedom is blessed

Music is the freedom

I just wanna go to the slum