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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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