This is a song about "Keep moving"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Im moving and before long ill be gone

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

Right in her spine so it's no more moving

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Moving intrusions in movements

See boy she been in love

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Tree is moving because its windy