This is a song about "Moves like jagger"

Now kid had to make some moves trying to get his own wheels so he could drive to school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I like to use the word like magic.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Stressed like sniping best like exciting blazed like igniting

Without the sound of guns

Advancing like mayans

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

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

He gets a great paying job and moves back to his hometown

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?