This is a song about "Ser to be free"

I’m try'na be low key to get me elected to be free,

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Trying to set my mind free,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Bitch, they call it motor city

Just let me be the real free

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Wanna see you work your body

Sometimes you like to let it go free,

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets