This is a song about "Breaking up and moving on"

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

We race foreign cars, custom models

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

They're still hustlers on the fast track moving asap kid,

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

And i know your hearts breaking and it sucks huh

They infiltrate our homes, africa

And i'm already on shaky ground that's breaking down

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving