This is a song about "From"

That going through some things

Especially from detectives

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Small town, kinda place a came from

Hoes row got beans in them

Arise through the group you came from

Car seats got screens in them

I wish i’ll never see you again

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

See em from the water from my motor boat

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window