This is a song about "Moving wight"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Im loaded up like a moving truck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

After lebron, i'm what's next

Keep moving they staying in past tense

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Im moving and before long ill be gone

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Moving pounds wit aggression

Go where you ain't been