This is a song about "Make my move"

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I'll make the crowd move their feet my name starts with a d

Or let the mob handle that

But my dad didnt make it

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Make yourself hard to predict move in serpentine,

I make a move but she doesn't wanna do it

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

About to make his move

But elon don't got no proof

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Impossible to think when everything rushes me to make a move

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Don't make a move, cops won't approve!!