This is a song about "The way she moves"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I miss the way she walk and talk and i really miss her laughter/

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

She thinking she my main bitch, but really she the side chick

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

She said the nigga she hated

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

The most intelligent people are always five moves ahead of everything,

Even in the strangest way.

She do everything i say

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

But hows that gonna work out if you ain't tryna make moves?