This is a song about "Moving home"

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Right in her spine so it's no more moving

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Keeping me moving forward

Moving houses for supposed whores

And of course, my car's off course

All this weight im moving

Bun b, i’m underground king

Moving so slow yet it shakes so fast,

I'll get to em when i land

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong