This is a song about "Moving to year eleven"

Ain't that your worst fear

Going to east nexy year

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You was to young a 18 year old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Have you listened to anything new this year?

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Starting at the feet an moving to the endings