This is a song about "Fresh a"

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

That's what's up! i'll catch your wackness fresh on a camera

Yeah, one time for the

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I'm so fresh bruce had to let me have a guest spot

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records