This is a song about "I can still be free"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

So far gone i don't think can ever free myself.

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I'm high,but i still can handle wheels

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

I just hope that one day maybe i be free

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Please boo what's your size crazy

I can still kill words without a beat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

You wish i was a restaurant, cause you can get served for free.