This is a song about "Bad moves"

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Luxury life, results living bad

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

I just play my part make moves like chess

Dc has never seen such progress

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

And when you make me laugh, i know why time moves that fast

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth