This is a song about "Moving on with life"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Yet i won't cry and move on with my life/

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Moving on so we can end the story soon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

You intruded on me and my life, well watch me do trick's with my lyrical knife/

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit