This is a song about "Faux pas"

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Wen i walk down ya street

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

That's never been a secret i've kept, take it all step by step,

This path i choose to walk alone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

So breath, step back and reflect,

Just say he's the best

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

I had to try do somthing to start a movement,