This is a song about "Life moving on"

Let my angel sing

All this weight im moving

The snitch on the block be running for his life

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

When life is too good to carry on

He gave me a knife, offered me a new preposition on life,

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

You know that love is a very serious thing

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Moving on so we can end the story soon

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn