This is a song about "Its time to move on"

Its time to tell this weasel

As i light one for ill will

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

I've taken the time to perfect my rhymes,now its my time.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I said move on son, there ain't nothing to see

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

By the phone, no call

Schools out, its time to ball.

She wanted me to move on as quickly as i possibly could.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good