This is a song about "Moved on"

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

And she restricted you and then moved on so bye,

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Then i moved to california was hoping to see girls dance salsa

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

I said fuck you and i packed a bag moved out,

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I won't be moved and i just proved i'm the next big

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick