This is a song about "My freest"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

My words are my rhythm

For the outlawz, here we come

A military mind mean money

That is my wish, my fantasy.