This is a song about "Move out cause he was fored"

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Obnoxious youth, out makin' product move, i gotta do,

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

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

But i was scared asked her out 'cause i thought that i might lose her.

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Out there on his own, no one liked mike because he was different,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cause growin' up, he was never really taught love

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Move onto the next, never knew love was complex,