This is a song about "Movement"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

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

They movement shit, that's a potty train

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

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