This is a song about "Breakup with him"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I hit him with that pedigree

Let the rest do it with him,

Class is in session

Beating him over the head with the telephone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

That's the way, you can move it baby

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

It feel like i spread the breakup over these rhymes,

Shit, see that thing there was mine

With him helping this time