This is a song about "Move bitch"

My hands move by themselves

I think you and your friends

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Real gangstas move in silence

Move your shit outta here

But reality shows ain't real

When they hear me rocking the groove

It’s tougher to decide your next move

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

As people move forward, i move backwards. room bastards, that's what

How to show improve, so i move like a soldier move.

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Pain so much i can't move

I gotta teach hoes

Watch you move your flamingos