This is a song about "How to be free"

They gotta point em out baby

How it's supposed to be

She hated me , just because i wanted to be free.

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Despite all my fear, im a courageous child, young and wild, but praying to be free,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Is myself contemplative how to be something else

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

This is how i need you to be.

I’m try'na be low key to get me elected to be free,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see