This is a song about "Moving on from a breakup and being free"

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Where i free the people from being a colony

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing