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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

Everyday a star is born

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

Just got off a breakup, man that shit's a jaded shakeup/

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit