This is a song about "Keep moving"

Right in her spine so it's no more moving

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And this will be the song that we sing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Here i go again, searching for love

Moving intrusions in movements

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Keep moving they staying in past tense

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Now i gotta exit after you

Moving in a fuckin slew

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,