This is a song about "Move out"

When they say move out the way he just stood in place

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

We should fuck each others mothers

Move around and spread the curse.

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Ha, in your loophole though

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Im always on the move,

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

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Pain so much i can't move

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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

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

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