This is a song about "Our need to be free and end communism"

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

It's fad when hating our size of our dick believed to be rich and known to be ditched

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I need a jail house to free my dogs

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

They say i'm all out and whack, they say to be allowed i need to be black

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Despite all my fear, im a courageous child, young and wild, but praying to be free,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

To get the glitz and glam skills need to be spick and span

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Wrong niggas and end up to be jus like my fatha. man my lil brotha really look