This is a song about "Movin on"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

My records sell, yes sir

Life is movin faster

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Niggaz is movin' they mouths but they ain't sayin' a thing

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Aight, keep going, on and on

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Movin' pussy like a freeway

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away