This is a song about "Freestyle with me"

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Good kids make bad grown ups

Track 14.) triumph freestyle (triumph)

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Where they find me, 16 on death row

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You just working with the scraps you was given

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I can freestyle with more talent

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

You know that love is a very serious thing