This is a song about "Meadow and freedom"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

At the moment, my freedom is blessed

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I wallow in death meadow, screams echo, my head's hallow

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

I pop one, you pop one

Music is the freedom

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

And you can tell everyone

Smile on my face with the freedom

It is the way to freedom

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason