This is a song about "My style aint free"

You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

To the highest degree sorry boy but the best things in life aint free

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Trying to set my mind free,

And losin all his money

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

When it comes to spitting that fire

For living my life style

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Try to get wit my style

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money