This is a song about "My freestyles is fresh"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Don't say my style is fresh that's something i already know/

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Im so fresh with my lines you can call me glade.

My swag's fresh as toothpaste, burning eyes like it's mace

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet