This is a song about "Moving"

Moving in a fuckin slew

And word i blew off herb i grew

Creep barrage. covered by flanks moving zig zag.

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

What's the deal with the nets though

They aren't even moving slow,

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Moving houses for supposed whores

So i went down south but i ended up north