This is a song about "Please move on"

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Soon you'll be on your hands and knees begging please

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

You gotta move on find a better one

But it ain't gonna matter because you gotta move on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I'm on the move, too screwed up.

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

How this fake g'z staying on their knees and talking like "please,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Still move on that time has passed

And i ain't trying to land