This is a song about "Lost moves"

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Then get out your seat and jump around

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

Yeah,people think i'm lost

He appreciates your support

Don't give a fuck, litter life

I lost mona,i lost wife

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Niggas claim they making moves still standing where they start