This is a song about "Moving over"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

And of course, my car's off course

Moving houses for supposed whores

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

They aren't even moving slow,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Im moving and before long ill be gone

See, with you, i never see it wrong