This is a song about "Motion"

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

No intention to motion as the ocean flows

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Im lookin at the moment, bullets pass in front of me, in slow motion

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

"what seems to be the commotion? easy with ya motion!

You're a paradox in motion, just a violent ocean,

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

I've broken your motion and i'm holding the moment

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Flow motion deep as an ocean, and all for the crew

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you