This is a song about "Moving on"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Now i'm on the road and moving so i can spread my music

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Keeping me moving forward

Too focused, one word

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Moving intrusions in movements

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

Losing decisions of life easily, now i'm moving on steadily, heavily, drugged out,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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