This is a song about "Make moves"

Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods

I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything moves around ya

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The most intelligent people are always five moves ahead of everything,

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk