This is a song about "Oranges pokemon freedom"

Smile on my face with the freedom

Top ranked, number one my son

My head wasn't raised

Can freedom be explained?

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

Cold, my style making my nose run

That's right i got bars about pokemon