This is a song about "Moving away"

I be stuck to you

Moving in a fuckin slew

Moving houses for supposed whores

Huh, a metaphor of course

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Im loaded up like a moving truck

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Right in her spine so it's no more moving

First off congratulations on the win

I was born to do the damn thing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving