This is a song about "Moving"

I put these poems all in these songs

Moving houses for supposed whores

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Keep moving they staying in past tense

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

To reds i ain't know how to act

Moving in a fuckin slew

I ain't tryna diss you