This is a song about "Fresh"

They at the same spot they making no progress

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

I can make it rain

Cause we fresh on the game

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

Yes sir, please confess

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Fresh off my musical debut

And word i blew off herb i grew

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

But she forgot about the golden rule