This is a song about "Freestyle pt2"

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I can freestyle with more talent

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Damn all i wanted to do was write a little freestyle

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Untitled freestyle? let me break it down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that