This is a song about "Movin"

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Just say he's the best

Movin like the president,

And the streets is getting colder

I been movin slower

Movin' pussy like a freeway

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked