This is a song about "My style aint free"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Animal style my style is wild

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

The legacy, defeating my enemies careless free