This is a song about "Moving weigh"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Wrong drink, the right work

Keeping me moving forward

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Skipping to conclusions and forgetting to weigh consequences,

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

First off congratulations on the win

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tree is moving because its windy