This is a song about "My freestyle"

I can freestyle with more talent

With such an ugly picture in it and

I freestyle well my written work's swell and i rap like i'm from hell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Damn all i wanted to do was write a little freestyle

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

The world looking out, they on the front row

Yeah i'll spit a fuckin freestyle flow

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

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

My shit's 100% freestyle, you ain't got no hope

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Baby heading down a cloud

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,