This is a song about "Not free styling"

They say its a free country but im not buying it

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Preferably judge free?

No it ain't easy

Lets come up to my city

Living young and wild and free

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm sounding, like i'm whining, my wiring is twisted, my styling is gifted

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

In life nothings comes free

Hopin' that my niggas see

Fuckin hoes thats all free,