This is a song about "Moving away"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

So i went down south but i ended up north

Moving houses for supposed whores

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong