This is a song about "Movement"

I had to try do somthing to start a movement,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Unknowing lawmen will hereby make me a movement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

He told me stop fuckin around like a movement of occupants/

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

I use it and abuse it, yo this music, it's a movement,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

To spot any movement of objects to move with the smoothest of motions