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

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Where i free the people from being a colony