This is a song about "Freestyle about my name zeddicus"

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,

Considering you run whenever you hear my name

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

You can say shit about my name and how i claim to fame

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

My shit's 100% freestyle, you ain't got no hope

Head is about u my heart is calling your name,

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

There'll be a parade in my name

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants