This is a song about "Moving on and bad memories"

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

This looks not only bad on you and me,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I want to focus on the memories we made

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Im moving and before long ill be gone

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

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