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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

As i seenobody cares about my history

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Let her free from a misguided assumption

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

So if it comes down, may the best man win