This is a song about "My freestyles is fresh"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Fresh off my retreat and now its back leaving foes at my feet.

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Born alone, work alone, die alone

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

But that's what freestyles are for right?

Cause everythang gonna be alright