This is a song about "My librity"

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

But that’s just life, where i’m from

My words are my rhythm

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.