This is a song about "Trying to move on"

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Mood constantly on the move

Zero options to choose

About to make his move

Niggas die over shoes

She wanted me to move on as quickly as i possibly could.

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

How to show improve, so i move like a soldier move.

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

On your body that is now no longer trying to refrain

For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot