This is a song about "Moving weight"

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Moving in a fuckin slew

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

I guess with that much blood lost you would lose weight

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Keeping me moving forward

I been all around the world