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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Let her free from a misguided assumption

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So, i'm moving on to the next competitor to experiment like i've got a beaker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement