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

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

And getting money is the song i sing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

So, i'm moving on to the next competitor to experiment like i've got a beaker.

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree