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

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

Third ward general, young cash money

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet