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

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,

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Let her free from a misguided assumption

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Where i free the people from being a colony

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Chillin' with homies and family

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow