This is a song about "Freestly"

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,