This is a song about "Frees"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

How i spend my time, well i write and i spit frees

Cold like the polar vortex, i got wicked frees (freeze)

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Hot frees like ''mach ten'' /stop these not me so stop friend/ cuase im so fly

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Used to call me the african don dada

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Watch me blind your antics, frees? i'll grind and stamp it

The lives, survived to prize my vital n' heightening energy, rhymin' with better frees

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies