This is a song about "Music is freedom"

My music is righteous hope when newcomers like to gloat,

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

My music is my soul, can't sell it to someone else

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

And critics hate 'em 'cuz they know that his music is clever,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Music is a soldier everyones a drone you're all mediocre

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Six ladders stacked together's what my music is as high as