This is a song about "Freestyle battle"

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

Because they know i could beat them in a freestyle

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs