This is a song about "Me moving on with my life"

You said i was clingy but spoke of moving in with me.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

As your family dies, and my family rise

You expected me to enjoy my life

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

He gave me a knife, offered me a new preposition on life,

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Life playin' with my feelings, throwin' me in the thrash

Why a black nigga take ass over class