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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

Still move on that time has passed

About disaster in the world and

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Im always on the move,

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Tell em move on over their time is through

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Now she take advantage of your ass telling u to move on

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Can't move on the time has shown

To an all time high so now i'm guessing thats its time,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine