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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

A star gleaming and its me, my victims screaming to be free

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money