This is a song about "Moves"

Niggas claim they making moves still standing where they start

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

I hope you listening to my lyrics and it moves you

In the society you're the blank paper, stagnate as everything moves around ya

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back