This is a song about "Moving cities"

They aren't even moving slow,

Heard that you alright though

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Keeping me moving forward

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

This cities testing patience,people become aimless.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus