This is a song about "Meadow and freedom"

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

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

He’s tha only one

It is the way to freedom

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Smile on my face with the freedom

Hoes row got beans in them

For a freedom,give him a reason.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

At the moment, my freedom is blessed

Half your body laying on my chest

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams