This is a song about "Move out"

We can never be friends

My hands move by themselves

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Move around and spread the curse.

I'm going through something with life

Always move forward never strife

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

So its time to make the big move

You feel it from your head to your toes

Watch you move your flamingos

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

And i am real

Move your shit outta here

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Real gangstas move in silence