This is a song about "On the move"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Still move on that time has passed

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Now she take advantage of your ass telling u to move on

Move from the past to the present on the train

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Move around and spread the curse.

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Lucky seven probably poppa

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

Me move to a higher level i'm just sitting on the steps

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex