This is a song about "Cultural movement"

My movement to find the stupid mc's bodies who now lack

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I use it and abuse it, yo this music, it's a movement,

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

He told me stop fuckin around like a movement of occupants/

I like to communicate my movement to grace, no prayers for you, sir

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

I'll never call you bitch again

They movement shit, that's a potty train

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

To spot any movement of objects to move with the smoothest of motions

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

I had to try do somthing to start a movement,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government