This is a song about "Nelson mendalla freedom for south africa"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

This guy's a softy, this ain't willie nelson music

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

And you can tell everyone

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I'm a son of a gun

Music is the freedom

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

My garage full of cars that bounce

And i'm from the dirty south,

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves