This is a song about "Trying to move on"

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Move from the past to the present on the train

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,

About to make his move

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof