This is a song about "Movement"

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

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