This is a song about "Movement"

The judas movement back to a christian love.

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

They movement shit, that's a potty train

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

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

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked