This is a song about "Movement"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

They movement shit, that's a potty train

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

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/

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

Unknowing lawmen will hereby make me a movement

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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