This is a song about "Fresh"

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

I'll never call you bitch again

Cause we fresh on the game

Tryin hard to hide my face

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,

I'm hoping i confess

Enouph i still feel fresh

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Fresh out the cut without the surgery