This is a song about "Moving houses"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Moving in a fuckin slew

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Keep moving they staying in past tense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

The wrong drink, the right work

Keeping me moving forward

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

They aren't even moving slow,

Shades: lv was a little dough