This is a song about "Movement"

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

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

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I like to communicate my movement to grace, no prayers for you, sir

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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

My movement to find the stupid mc's bodies who now lack

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And i've been jotting shit down before i started this movement