This is a song about "The motions"

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Moments. i got the key proponents even thought that i repeat these motions.

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Overdosing on emotion, roller coasting through motions

Got a nigga seein things

Just going through the motions

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

You're the snow, i'm the sun

And i know that you're open

Coaxin' our motions to frank ocean so you know it's real

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Eyes poked out the the raven

I'm a son of gun

From the bench to the ball

Wanna fuck em all