This is a song about "Me the freestyle god"

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

But god they didn’t know me

Shit with our whole family

That if you beat me on a freestyle

Run for cover and return fire

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

God sent me to strike but the devil himself baught me the mic

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.