This is a song about "Making moves"

Where the thing is amazing

A ghetto in the making.

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

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

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

You know what i'm saying

About what they're not making