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

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin