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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

If you can't follow the context save yourself from being a fool and just go

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad