This is a song about "Moving weigh"

They aren't even moving slow,

And yall niggas the right flow

Im moving right past ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

Moving pounds wit aggression

I get special attention

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

What, what ... project shit what

Im loaded up like a moving truck

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Im moving and before long ill be gone

We at the top where we belong