This is a song about "Movement"

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

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

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

They movement shit, that's a potty train

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

I had to try do somthing to start a movement,

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

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

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that