This is a song about "Moving to australia"

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Moving to mars, i am, cause i already dominated earth/

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Hands start to quake, breath shakes as im moving in for my prize

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

So, i'm moving on to the next competitor to experiment like i've got a beaker.