This is a song about "Moving feet"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

I keep my money neat

He'll fall down at my feet

Moving houses for supposed whores

Huh, a metaphor of course

When my words were aimed at your feet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Moving in a fuckin slew