This is a song about "Xxl freestyle"

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Half your body laying on my chest

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Because they know i could beat them in a freestyle

Just reading on this untitled freestyle

I won’t stop rockin’ till i retire

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

You call it freestyle,shit was perviously written

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

We magnetizing the ghetto