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

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Where i free the people from being a colony

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

A military mind mean money