This is a song about "Christ on the move"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

They ring the bell twice. as i move on, i see nothing but red lights.

Money i make em buck

I'm on the move, too screwed up.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

#stuntin on christ, scream satan while jumpin over the steeple

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I could just twerk about, could play some pool, might move in the direction of christ

Can't move on the time has shown

That he dont even own

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

The sound was so vivid but i ignored his pleas and decided just to move on faster.

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster