This is a song about "Move the payload"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

Listen to eminem, that would be the right move.

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

This shit ain't nothing new though

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Move from the past to the present on the train

I’m coming back like light-skin and

The way you move is different

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Move around and spread the curse.

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Mood constantly on the move

Yeah, look here i pay dues