This is a song about "Frees"

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

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