This is a song about "Move out"

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Its cold as shit in this booth

Im always on the move,

Move to the next week, you're out of words to say.

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Mood constantly on the move

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Watch you move your flamingos

This is love, nothing else close

High as shit, i’m in a booth

About to make his move

I like rollin' with friends

My hands move by themselves

To improve there's always somebody out there with a better fucking move

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth