This is a song about "Movement"

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

They movement shit, that's a potty train

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

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

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

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

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,