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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Now i'm on the road and moving so i can spread my music

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

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

That's the way, you can move it baby

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing