This is a song about "Freestyle without swearing"

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Baby heading down a cloud

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

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

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

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I'm debating if i should continue this freestyle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So i freestyle, haters in denial

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king