This is a song about "Marching for freedom"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Lets spread our freedom wide

These shows be packing tight

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

For a freedom,give him a reason.

It is the way to freedom

My drive is like no one

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

And i don't need wings to know freedom/