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

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Where i free the people from being a colony

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Let her free from a misguided assumption

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

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

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