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

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Where i free the people from being a colony

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Let her free from a misguided assumption

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

And if you got money man the head is amazing

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