This is a song about "Freestyle with me"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

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

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,

Secret society all we ask is trust

I can freestyle with more talent

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Yea and this is something to think about