This is a song about "Young and free"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I got what i wanted , and i wanted to be free.

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Money back on my mind

I was young and running wild,

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

And we gettin so much dope , niggas think its free

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Young money like drake and nicki

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free