This is a song about "Like the mak is free"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

The downfall of our free land

Like the next best thing he'd soon need to feel free instead of this dreaded heat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

Undercover to free the human race,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I swear the free masons

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready