This is a song about "Move out"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Mathematical mastery, move aside peasantry

Out makin' product move, cock and shoot, the most,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Im always on the move,

With women with issues

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Real gangstas move in silence

Say bye bye to her

So you better move over.

We can never be friends

My hands move by themselves

I want to feel her in every way

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