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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

A star gleaming and its me, my victims screaming to be free

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

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

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

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong