This is a song about "Move on"

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Lucky seven probably poppa

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Tell em move on over their time is through

My neighbours are shaking i feel the quakements others move on my

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Still move on that time has passed

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Dont fall in love dont move on,

Pay dues like a hair salon

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I said move on son, there ain't nothing to see