This is a song about "Fresh trim"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Dc has never seen such progress

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I trim this, cut in half, what is that?

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I'm fresh to death, i'm hotta then ya'll

Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,

Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah