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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Where i free the people from being a colony

And getting money is the song i sing

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

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