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

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Let her free from a misguided assumption

First off congratulations on the win

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

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

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed