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

This is like riding through the city

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Now i'm on the road and moving so i can spread my music

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key