This is a song about "Moving our"

I delete they history

Tree is moving because its windy

Rap was his only hope, like weapons shooting, seconds moving

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

We magnetizing the ghetto

They aren't even moving slow,

Moving in a fuckin slew

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

A twenty somethin cup

Im loaded up like a moving truck

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Pink drank on, sprite work

Keeping me moving forward

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex