This is a song about "Both got moves"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?

How both can give chowder , how both can devour

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

I got two dead bodies, parents both were killed.

That means i wanna be the highest

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

They both got the same suggestions, to the same dumb questions

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Moves be major with unexplainable behavior

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

The most intelligent people are always five moves ahead of everything,