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

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

3 billion guys, competition keeps on 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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

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

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

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit