This is a song about "By budge"

But its no need to hold a grudge or judge because they didn't budge

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

A step by step book let

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Time and time again we're stuck but won't budge

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Keep the bitches on my dick

But no sluts ever passed me by

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Smoke ? you know it taste good

And by the looks, you're hooked

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Time and time again we're stuck but won't budge