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

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

And getting money is the song i sing

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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