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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

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

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

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