This is a song about "Movement"

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

Here i go again, falling in love again

They movement shit, that's a potty train

I had to try do somthing to start a movement,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

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

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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