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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

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

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row