This is a song about "Moving from uk to angola"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

But he will never stop, moving his way across the job up to the top

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

We took a salmon leap to become the uk

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Hands start to quake, breath shakes as im moving in for my prize