This is a song about "Losing your freedom"

Smile on my face with the freedom

And when it's said and done

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Can freedom be explained?

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

First off congratulations on the win

Freedom, my newest innovation

What up girl, tell me how you been

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

The aching and pain of losing treading on the back of your heel,

Taste the bitter in your mouth when freedom did fall

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all